A slow blush crawled up Heather’s throat, and she nodded. “Yes, Maighstir, I think so.” She pointed at a red dress cut in the style that she was currently wearing. When Julius reached up and pulled the chosen dress from the pile on the shelf, Heather’s blush deepened.
“Is this the one?” The tailor noticed the crawling blush and gently smiled. “Yes, I see why you like this one.” He let the dress unfold in his hands and turned, holding it up to Heather’s body. “Sir, if you please step outside for a minute, I must adjust this apparel.”
Balgair nodded, “Uh, sure. I’ll wait outside.” He turned and walked back down the aisle until he was standing just inside the front door. There was no way he would allow Heather very far outside his sight.
“Come along, young lady, we have work to do.” Julius dropped an arm around Heather’s shoulders and guided her toward the fitting room in the back. “I see that you finally found someone who cares for you,” Julius commented as they stepped into th…
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